5 Things You Need to Know About Freezing Peaches

I Know Why My Day Job Was NOT Domestic Engineer!

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I think I would die if I had to raise and process my food. The entire time I was blanching and peeling my unwilling peaches, I thought about the red hen and her admonition of “no work, no eat.” I may never eat another peach again.

They look inviting and very innocent right after they are picked.

The process of freezing peaches did not look hard in the video and in the step-by-step pictures. EASY PEACHY! You watch it. Tell me if that doesn’t look easy to you. It lies.

Step 1 Blanch the peaches. First of all our new stove came last Thursday – banged up. My husband called and instead of sending a new front, they are replacing the entire unit. Result – no stove for a week or so. Blanching became much more difficult in the microwave. The bowl got hotter than the water. You can not peel peaches that have not been heated to a boiling temperature for 30 seconds. Two hundred degrees won’t cut it!

The dent…you can see that the stove is not pushed back, so not back = not hooked up. SO SAD!

Step 2 Cool the peaches. That was easy. They were not very hot! They loved their ice bath, though.

Step 3 Peel the peaches – Enough said already. Did I tell you that some of them were very ripe? They squirted me in the eye when I poked their tough skins. As I peeled them, they dissolved into mush.

Step 4 Cut the peaches and take out the pit then slice the peaches. First of all, most of the peaches we planted do not have the label “Cling Free” on them. That means that the fruit and the seed are like one. You can’t have one without the other. As I pulled the halves apart, ⅔ of the center came out with the pit. The other half of the peach kept the pit. I had to cut it off. By the time I finished cutting, the peach fruit equaled about ⅓ of its original volume.

My neat little slices – no water added

Step 5 Lay them on a sheet being careful that the pieces don’t touch each other. … RIGHT! The peach slices lay in a bloody mess in the bottom of a bowl. I could not separate one slice from another if my life depended on it. Fortunately, we have grocery stores.

I tasted one of the peach slices, from a peach that did actually slice well, as I poured the gooey mess into a plastic freezer bag. It bit me. Literally, it was so bitter, it went into the garbage disposal of its own accord! I hope it was an oddball. I tasted several of the smooshy peaches, and they tasted very good. I sprinkled some fake sugar on them and shoved the bag into the freezer. It will make one cobbler. I’m tired. I quit after peeling about 10 peaches.

I have more peaches. All of them are tiny. Some of them are Siamese twins where there is a dominant twin twice the size of the other. Some of them are ripe. Many of them crinkled up like the skin on my arms is doing. Some of them turned brown in spots like the skin on my arms is doing. One of them molded – no I don’t have moldy arms. Get that ugly picture out of your mind. The rest of them are too green to slice yet – a little like the bitter peach.

I’m so done with freezing peaches.

So I ask you, how do farmers make any money? How do canning companies continue to exist? Trust me, if they did not, you, too, might die of starvation or learn a better way to raise and freeze peaches than I did.

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I would NEVER do this sort of thing. If I want peaches cooked, I buy them in cans. You really are a glutton for punishment, Marsha. Your story reminds me of my older sister-in-law who arrived at my MiL’s for the weekend with a big bag of crab apples, worm holes and all, which had fallen from her trees. She was intending to cook them in a crab apple crumble. I didn’t fancy all that extra protein from the worms, so offered to make a lemon cheesecake instead, saying that I would cook and freeze the crab apples later in the week. As soon as she’d gone home on Monday morning, the bag went straight into the trash. 😀

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!! You are hysterical, girl!!
I have the same kinda skin! I’ve never in my life seen Siamese twin peaches!! lol
ME too! I’d rather starve to death, than do all the work! (If you call driving thru Wendy’s starving to death. Keep the nutrition lecture to yourself! 😉 )